Gemotions

He stared at the blueprint, his jaw tight. The same dimensions, the same angles, the same innovative design. The exact project he had poured countless nights and days into. His project was in front of him, but not his own. The blood in his ears was roaring.

The room grew hot, stuffy. He wanted to break something, to yell, to tear it all down. He had to breathe.

He stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. He had to leave. He took a deep, shaky breath, and headed for the door, not looking back.